Random thoughts

16 (Short story)

Characters: You, Me, They.

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They pull me closer. Our chest touch and their hands caress my waist. But it doesn't feel the same. It doesn't feel right.

My stomach doesn't erupt in butterflies and I can still remember how to breathe. My eyes don't flutter closed and my heart doesn't race. My mind isn't filled with a million thoughts. Nothing is right.

When you're in love, you're supposed to feel like you're floating when you're with them. But it just doesn't. Nothing clicks.

It's not instinctual. It's just my mind telling me 'oh, I guess you're supposed to do this.'. There's still doubts.

I remember the time you got drunk and we kissed. You didn't think it was me. You thought I was someone else. When that happened, it was like time had stopped. I couldn't feel the ground beneath my feet, only your hands touching my skin. It felt so... so right.

But here I am. With them. Kissing them. Feeling so wrong even though it's all supposed to be right.

And you're in your own little universe. With someone else. Kissing someone else. Having fun with someone else. Doing it all with someone else.

Someone else that isn't me.

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A week goes by and I see you at a bar. Alone. Not with anyone else.

I walk up to you.

"Hi." I greet. Your head lifts up in surprise. You send me a gentle smile.

"Hey."

"What brings you here?"

"Well, I got dumped. You?"

"I just needed an escape."

"I can be your escape." You quickly cover your mouth. "I'm sorry, I think I drank a little too much..." you stutter.

"It's alright."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Wanna hang out at my place?"

"Sure."

And so, we head over to my house. I get in the car and drive home with you in my passenger seat.

Once we arrive, I fumble with my keys a bit, getting nervous around you. Thank goodness they aren't home. They would freak if I brought a guy home.

Even if im just your friend.